Going Down

Late at night, the day is done.  Homeward bound, I’d just begun
descending. Half asleep, feeling the drop,  when suddenly I sense a stop.
Looking up, it shows no floor yet I am facing an open door.
Like an apparition in the night, she coalesces in the light.

Dark hair, dark eyes, flaring hips, she enters, finger to her lips
and drops to the floor, on her knees, with a murmured “I'm here to please.”
A zipper sound, I feel cold air, and I am standing, erect and bare,
until I feel the warmth enclose as my rush of pleasure grows.

Her nails claw and I can’t cease. No longer controlling, I find release
and still she continues, taking me whole as pleasure courses through my soul.
The questions that once sprang to my mind, I can no longer find.
The words are lost in the feeling that has left my mind and body reeling.

She stands and with a quick embrace then disappears from this confined space
as the doors close, soft and silently, and finally I am free.
The numbers light upon the screen and briefly twelve is seen
as I continue toward the ground. I smile- so this is "going down".

The night guard nods hello and he checks on a screen, below,
and smiles and says “You’re the last” as I walk quickly past.
His words halt me. “What do you mean” and he shows me his screen.
Empty halls, no signs are seen, just static pictures posed in scenes.

Then he hits a key and I see the screen fill with video of me
as I’m standing in the elevator.  A moments static and then
I’m standing here in confusion.  Was it all a delusion?
Still, I know what I felt… what I feel.  I smile and leave – it was real.